I was sincerely yelling now and I just wanted him to leave. I guess I really angered him and he threw his fist and punched me right in the stomach. ... fell to the ground and landed on my hands and knees. I struggled to breath with the pain surging through me. I sat up on my knees and I prepared to fight back as hard as I could but instead of punching me again he thrust his face into mine and started making out with me. Before I could move away he grabbed me and the more I tried to move. He thanked her, said he didn't know if he could make it and that he was with two male friends, she told him to bring them along too. He hurried off. She thought "maybe I pushed too hard, too soon, doubt he'll show, but I'll be prepared if they do".She walked up and down the strip a bit, noticing how virtually every man couldn't take his eyes off her swaying breasts and how many after they had passed her looked back to check out her backside. She purchased some items to make dinner.Started. After drying myself I put on my makeup ensuring I smelt clean and sexy for my meeting. I went into the bedroom and took the sports bag I keep in the wardrobe containing various assortments of cuffs, ropes and straps. I picked out the 4 cargo adjustable straps that have a D clips one end and a fixed loop the other. They are adjustable with a spring release close to the end loop. I can operate them with one hand providing I can reach this spring release. It takes some working to free the strap,. It dragged me closer and positioned me so that my face was exactly where I wanted it to be, right in front of one of the best -looking cunts I had ever had the pleasure of meeting. It even smelled great, all that overflowing juice making the aroma so potent my head swam and I forgot all that was around me except that divine coochie. Without thinking about it I buried my face in her tiny little bush and extended my tongue beneath the ropes. I heard her gasp as I reached the entrance to her.